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(1897) First contact with nothingness, when his sister Maria kissed him and her sisters good-bye and died a few hours afterwards. Since this event the feeling of nothingness and annihilating powers were predominant in his mind, in his behavior and, later, in his work.
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[26 May 2005|11:50pm] |
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[20 Apr 2005|08:19pm] |
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I saw a little baby monkey lying on the street shaking and beating his own head.
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[11 Apr 2005|08:23pm] |
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why are we all so alone here? all we need is a little more hope, a little more joy. all we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom. if we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army, and we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses; so we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations. while everything felt wrong. good words, strong words, words that could've moved mountains. words that no one ever said. we were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them. and the tactics never hatched. and the plans were never mapped. and we all learned not to believe. and strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why.. and it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why. so tangle - oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons! let's have a parade. it's been so long since we had a parade, so let's have a parade! let's invite all our friends. and all our friends' friends! let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes: twelve feet tall and staggering. sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes. brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster; impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires. it's because of our plans man; our beautiful ridiculous plans. let's launch them like careening jetplanes. let's crash all our planes in the river. let's build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall.
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[07 Apr 2005|08:30pm] |
Camus, Albert
Related: French Literature Biographies
(älbĕr´ kämü´) , 1913-60, French writer, b. Algiers. Camus was one of the most important authors and thinkers of the 20th cent. While a student at the Univ. of Algiers, he formed a theater group and adapted, directed, and acted in plays. He became active in social reform and was briefly a member of the Communist party. Shortly after his essay Noces [weddings] appeared (1939), he went to Paris as a journalist. In World War II he joined the French resistance and was principal editor of the underground paper Combat. Noted for his vigorous, concise, and lucid style, Camus soon gained recognition as a major literary figure. His belief that man's condition is absurd identified him with the existentialists (see existentialism ), but he denied allegiance to that group; his works express rather a courageous humanism. The characters in his novels and plays, although keenly aware of the meaninglessness of the human condition, assert their humanity by rebelling against their circumstances.
His essay Le Mythe de Sisyphe (1942, tr. The Myth of Sisyphus, 1955) formulates his theory of the absurd and is the philosophical basis of his novel L'Étranger (1942, tr. The Stranger, 1946) and of his plays Le Malentendu (1944, tr. Cross Purpose, 1948) and Caligula (1944, tr. 1948). The essay L'Homme révolté (1951, tr. The Rebel, 1954), dealing with historical, spiritual, and political rebellion, treats themes found in the novels La Peste (1947, tr. The Plague, 1948) and La Chute (1956, tr. The Fall, 1957). Other works include the plays L'État de siège (1948, tr. State of Siege, 1958); and Les Justes (1950, tr. The Just Assassins, 1958); journalistic essays; and stories. Camus was awarded the 1957 Nobel Prize in Literature. The first draft of an autobiographical novel, found in a briefcase after his death in a car crash, was published as Le Premier Homme (1994, tr. The First Man, 1995).
Bibliography: See his Notebooks, ed. by P. Thody (2 vol., 1963, 1965); biography by O. Todd (1997); studies by G. Brée (4th ed. 1972), D. Lazere (1973), L. Braun (1974), P. McCarthy (1982), and D. Sprintzen (1988).
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[06 Apr 2005|10:47pm] |
Ronnie Williams: Buh-bah-bahdn
Spider: Oh!
John: There it went again..
Spider: It's a little pig . . . with wings
Pig With Wings: EE . . .
Gross Man: I hear you've been having trouble with pigs and ponies!
Left channel:
Calvin: To . . . just the opposite . . . going around to the other direction
Right channel:
Calvin: How 'bout us, don't we get any?
Gail: We don't get any . . .
Calvin: That's very distraughtening
Gail: We don't get any because we're otherwise
Spider: Everything in the universe is . . . is . . . is made of one element, which is a note, a single note. Atoms are really vibrations, you know, which are extensions of THE BIG NOTE, everything's one note. Everything, even the ponies. The note, however, is the ultimate power, but see, the pigs don't know that, the ponies don't know that. Right?
Monica: You mean just we know that?
Spider: Right!
Spider: "Merry Go Round! Merry Go Round! Do-Do-Do-Do Do-Do-Do Do-Do-Do!" and they called that "doing their thing."
John: Oh yeah, that's what doing your thing is!
Spider: The thing is to put a motor in yourself.
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